3 posts tagged “phone”

Someone called me this morning at 7:12--yes, 7:12--to order a custom holster for his Sig Sauer.

Who in Hades orders custom holsters at barely-past-seven-AM?  (According to the area code, he called from San Antonio, so it isn't a though there was a time difference.)

I will say that he was quite polite when I explained that I have not nor do I ever expect to design custom holsters for handguns. 

Apparently he was one digit off when dialing.  Faaaaantastic.  I have a number that is one digit off from a guy who makes holsters?  Seriously?  Only in Texas.

We still have a week yet to go before the moon is full.  This concerns me.  Just how weird is this week going to get?

We had several obscene phone calls at The Bookstore this evening.  I got the last one.  I will not describe the scenario.  Suffice to say it had a sufficient touch of reality that while I was extremely uncomfortable, I could not hang up because he might have been a customer.  He finally said enough that I was justified in ending the call--after five minutes.  Ugh.  Ew.  Etc.

I hope, as themaureencorps once so eloquently put it, that he takes a header into a bucket of lime.

The male members of the staff were annoyed that after several such calls the women would not answer the phone for the remainder of the evening.  We indicated that we'd be happy to answer the phone if we could use whistles into the phone when and if the call became obscene.  The manager did not go for that idea.  I don't understand why not; I thought it was excellent!

I just got a phone call.

It would appear that my parents are now the only people in my family of their or their parents' generations to not currently have cancer.

The fecal matter, it would seem, is about to hit the atmospheric oscillation device.

All but one of my grandparents died of cancer.  Both of my mother's step-parents have cancer at the moment, and for them, it's really a matter of time as Miss Ella is well into her 80s and Grandfather John is in his mid-90s.  My uncle (mother's brother) has been fighting prostate cancer for the last 5 years; it has spread to his bones, and he's getting chemo every four weeks.

I just got a phone call.

My aunt, wife of the uncle with prostate cancer, has been diagnosed with bladder cancer.  It's invasive.  It's also aggressive.  Really aggressive.  As in, they opened her up and closed her right back up again.  She's on chemo once a week, and radiation too. 

They told me that they get to have their chairs next to each other when they go in for their seven-hour-long chemo infusions, and that that helps.

She's been told that their is a slim chance--a really slim chance--that she'll survive this long term.  It's more likely to be between a month and a year.  She might make it two years with the treatments.  She's been told that it'll probably be more like six months or so.  To be honest, I don't think anyone really knows.  That's what her current doctor says; apparently, he "doesn't deal with numbers."  Well, he might have a point.  The human body is pretty unpredictable.

I just got a phone call in which my aunt told me about all this, and then asked me to take care of contacting the family and handling some other stuff when she dies.  Her daughter and husband, she says, will be too upset to deal with it.  I understand that; she and her husband have been married for over forty years, and she and her daughter are closer than most.

They wanted to know whether or not to tell my mother.

I said that I didn't know what would be best, and that they'd have to give me a few days to think it over.  I made them laugh once or twice; sometimes, I'm good at that.  There were a lot of really quiet moments, too, because what do you say?

I just got a phone call, and I feel old.